"No." Mo Yong raised the object in his hand to prove his innocence.
Wu Yu and Mo Yong were stunned for a moment at the same time, and looked at Huangfulian beside them, with the same thought in their hearts.
Could it be that Wang himself cooks?
Impossible!
Not to mention Wang’s hands being inconvenient, it’s impossible to move them. Even if Wang’s hands were good, he wouldn’t be able to... uh, cook.[
Last time Wang volunteered to boil medicine for Miss Jiang, he almost burned down the kitchen...
Therefore, he should not be the king.
There was no way he could cook that table of dishes.
If it's not the king, who is it?
The three people stood there fixedly, completely forgetting to react.
Until Jiang Nanyan brought out the last bowl of soup from the kitchen.
"Are you finished?" Jiang Nanyan put the soup on the table, turned around and asked.
"Jiang, Miss Jiang? You, can you cook?" Mo Yong and Wu Yu shouted in unison.
Although Jiang Nanyan grew up in the frontier, Jiang Feiying only had one daughter, so naturally he loved her very much and it was impossible to let her get away with anything.
Moreover, in their impression, Jiang Nanyan had never been in the kitchen, so why...
Huangfulian was also stunned and looked at her strangely.
"Yan'er, did you do these?" After a long while, he came back to his senses, put down the things in his hands, and walked to Jiang Nanyan.
"Yes, although it may not be as good as what Qian Gang made, it is still acceptable." Jiang Nanyan clapped her hands at a loss and said.